yesterday was a national holiday. I went out for a very long coffee with a friend and The Man was taking the chicklets to a big park, but the roads were jammed, so he nixed it and took them over to the Out-Laws. ( mine not his).
The kids went to grandad’s allotment and dug up sweet potatoes. They came back with quite a haul, way more than we can eat, so they took some to Tanaka San and some to our friends nearby and came bacl with a huge bag of rice, so everyone scored today.
They also came back with a gazillion bites on their legs. At last count Jim has 66 and Doris is the winner with 81, they are large and red and itchy and vile, and I shall have to buy more Muhi.
Kev was untouched by whatever it was that bit the other two, but wouldn’t you know it, he got bitten by a small mukade. It must have been in his T-shirt. It looked very painful, swollen and red, but thank goodness it was a teeny-tiny mukade that bit him, not a full sized one.
There was much discussion about whether or not one mukade bite trumps 81 flea bites. The jury is still out on that one.